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>MOTHER'S DAY OUT OF CONTROL
by Joseph Walker
West Virginian Anna Jarvis is universally credited with coming up
with the idea for an American Mother's Day in 1908. What isn't as
widely remembered is that nine years after the first official Mother's
Day in this country, Anna Jarvis became the nation's most publicly
outspoken opponent of -- what else? -- Mother's Day.
This is roughly akin to Santa dissing Christmas, or Punxsutawney
Phil being a conscientious objector to Groundhog Day. This is Henry
Ford urging the automobubbling public to park their Model T's, or
Wilbur and Orville Wright coming back from Kitty Hawk and saying,
"Never mind. They'll just start charging people extra to check their
luggage."
By all accounts (i.e., Wikipedia), Jarvis led a six-year campaign
that eventually led to President Woodrow Wilson making Mother's Day an
official national holiday in 1914. Her concept was a day to honor
mothers in general -- and her own mother in particular -- in quiet,
intimate and deeply personal ways.
Within a few years, however, the commercialization of Mother's Day
soured Jarvis on the whole idea. She hated Mother's Day greeting cards,
which she felt were the lazy person's way out of writing a personal,
heart-felt letter. She protested -- literally -- the growing influence
of florists and jewelers on the holiday. In 1948, the same year that
she died, records show that she was actually arrested while protesting
against Mother's Day commercialization.
It was as if the Easter Bunny had been jailed for protesting the
coloring of Easter eggs.
Jarvis' fight against Mother's Day lasted four times longer than
her fight to make it a national holiday, and consumed whatever fortune
she had accumulated in life. To her dying day she is reported to have
said that she regretted the creation of Mother's Day because "it became
so out of control."
I know. In an era that features "Bad Girls Club," "Desperate
Housewives" and "Girls Gone Wild," it is difficult to put the words
"Mother's Day celebration" and "out of control" in the same sentence.
But let's just assume for a second that Jarvis was on to something.
Let's assume that the estimated $2.6 billion Americans will spend this
year on Mother's Day flowers and the $1.53 billion they will spend on
other miscellaneous Mother's Day gifts and the $68 million they will
spend on greeting cards is... well... you know... out of control.
Is there a better, more under control way to honor mothers on
Mother's Day?
A few months after my mother died, I spent a few evenings with my
father sorting through some of Mom's things. It had taken him that
long to reach the point where he felt he was ready to face the feelings
and emotions that surely would come. We smiled a lot and we both shed
a few tears as we made our way through a box of precious things that
Mom, for one reason or another, had decided to hang on to.
Among the keepsakes and souvenirs within that box were a dozen or
so Mother's Day cards from her children and grandchildren. Keep in
mind that Mom had eight children and 54 grandchildren -- she had
received hundreds of Mother's Day cards through the years. But for
some reason, she chose to save these particular cards. After examining
them, it became clear why they were treasured. It had nothing to do
with the design or intrinsic value of the card itself. In every case
there was a hand-written message -- sometimes in childish scrawl,
sometimes in careful adult script -- that expressed profound feelings.
There were no cards that just said, "Love, Kathy" or "Love ya, Mom!" or
even "Happy Mother's Day!" The cards she cherished were cards that
explained, in the giver's own hand and words, why SHE was cherished.
So, OK -- I'm not fully on board with Anna Jarvis. I'm not saying
you shouldn't buy the Mother's Day flowers and gifts. Heaven knows, the
economy needs that multi-billion dollar jolt right about now. But don't
let your money do your talking for you. Don't assume the mother you
honor will know how you feel by the simple fact of your gift. Tell
her, in your own words, why you love her. Your message doesn't have to
be long and flowery -- it just has to come from your heart. Write it.
Speak it. Text it. Pray it. But for heaven's sake, share it.
Those words, expressing those tender emotions, are what makes
Mother's Day so sweet.
And not quite so out of control.
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>THE SNEEZE
They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the
already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and
the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.
Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away
tears. ... This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by
choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.
The principal and several students were careful to stay within the
guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and
challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one
asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.
The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech
received a standing ovation.
A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and
silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.
All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED !!!!
The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said,
'GOD BLESS YOU'
And he walked off the stage...
The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a
unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the
court's approval.
Isn't this a wonderful story?
Pass it on to all your friends.........and
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>UNANSWERED LETTERS
There are many times when we begin a certain task that God lays on our
hearts and because we think our efforts are minimal and not making a
Difference, we quit the job that God told us to pursue.
The enemy loves to plant seeds of doubt and lure us into thinking that
we Are not capable of making a difference in this world, but with God's
help we can overcome and fulfill the destiny that God has for every
believer.
If you are going through a situation of doubting your task unto the
Lord, then I hope this story will bless and encourage you to never quit
what God has laid on your heart because you may never know of the lives
that you are Touching.
I read of a man who was involved in a tragic accident. He lost both
legs And his left arm and only a finger and thumb remained on the right
hand.
But he still possessed a brilliant mind, enriched with a good education
and broadened with world travel. At first he thought there was nothing
he could fo but remain a helpless sufferer.
A thought came to him. It was always nice to receive letters, but why
not write them--he could still use his right hand with some
difficulty. But to whom could be right?
Was there anyone shut-in and incapacitated like he was who could be
encouraged by his letters? He thought of men in prison--they did have
some hope of release, whereas he had none--but it was worth a try.
He wrote to a Christian organization concerned with prison ministry. He
was told that his letters could not be answered because it was against
prison rules, but he still decided to commence this one-sided
correspondence.
He wrote twice a week, and it taxed his strength to the limit. But into
the Letters he put his whole soul, all his experience, all his faith,
all his wit, and all his Christian optimism.
Frequently he felt discouraged and was tempted to give it all up. But
it was his one remaining activity, and he resolved to continue as long
as he could.
At last he got a letter. It was very short, written on prison
stationery by The officer whose duty it was to censor the mail.
All it said was: "Please write on the best paper you can afford. Your
Letters are passed from cell to cell till they literally fall to
pieces."
No matter what your situation may be like, you still have the ability
to encourage someone who is discouraged and lift up someone who is
feeling low.
Take this story as an encouragement to give your all for someone else
and do not worry about the results. No good work will go unseen and
only God knows Of the impact that your life can have on someone else.
Let us not do our good works so that we may be praised, but let us do
good Works so that others may be lifted up and God be praised because
of our Intervention.
The only thing that we can take with us into eternity is what we have
done For the Lord. There are no bank accounts in heaven to show how
much your net worth was on the earth, but there will be accounts in
heaven of what you Did to show your life as an example in leading
others to Him.
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...So true! Thanks Bunni!
1 Cor.15:
[58] Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always
abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your
labour is not in vain in the Lord.
Isa.55:
[11] So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not
return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and
it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
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>SERVANTS
Read Acts 1:6-8
One of the biggest problems in the church today is that many
Christians don't see themselves as servants of the Lord. However,
it's not His will that we just come to church and listen to sermons.
He wants us to go out and be Christ's witnesses wherever we are
or wherever He sends us.
The roles and methods by which we carry out our witness will be
different, but each believer has a vital role to play. Individually,
you may feel as if your efforts have little impact, but the Lord can
work wonders through a willing servant. No one is too messed up
to be used by Him: He specializes in taking broken people and
making them whole. Nor does anyone reach an age when he or she
is no longer useful—if you're still alive, God isn't done with you
yet.
The question is not whether we are adequate to be His witnesses,
but whether we are willing. God has promised the power of the
Holy Spirit to accomplish His purposes through us, but if we won't
use His divine strength, we waste opportunities for impact. Earthly
responsibilities have a way of stealing our attention and limiting
our obedience to the Lord. However, nothing in life is more
important than doing the will of the Father.
Have duties and pleasures of this world lured you away from your
responsibility to tell others about the Savior? Salvation is not just
an experience to be enjoyed; it's a gift to be shared. You don't
need a theology degree. Just tell what Jesus has done for you, and
the Spirit will do the rest.
Charles Stanley
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>People Pleaser
I have always been a people pleaser. I have always tried to fit in, to
be one of the crowd.
At school I was everybody's friend. I fit in with the Preps and the
Goths and every other stereotype you can imagine. It seemed to me that
everybody else had something I wanted. No matter what I did, I couldn't
find it.
I have gone to church just about my whole life. I sang the songs and
talked the talk, but I never really bought into it. I always thought
that since other people in my family believed, I didn't have to--I was
covered. I loved going to church and hanging out with my friends on
Sundays, but on Monday I was the girl who always fit in.
About God I always thought, How I am I supposed to love a person I
don't know? Like if someone said to you, "I know a guy, and he's madly
in love with you. Don't you love him, too?" If you had any common
sense, you'd want to know who the person was--at least I did.
People always say, "I found Jesus." That's not how it was for me. I
didn't find anything, no matter how hard I looked. The bottom line is
that Jesus came looking for me. Don't get me wrong--it wasn't like,
"Oh, I know Jesus now," and everything was all hearts and flowers. I
wish it worked that way.
But about a year and half ago, I started to run after God for real.
Some of my friends from church talked me into going to a conference
with them, and one of the speakers talked about how if you fit in
perfectly with the world, you have a problem. I didn't think of it as a
problem. I just thought the speaker didn't have any friends in high
school and was still bitter about it. The other speakers were all about
change-the-world-this and change-the-world-that. I was doing just fine
in my little corner of the world not changing anything. They weren't
hitting me like a lightning bolt: boom, change the world for Jesus.
Then over the weekend I was praying one of my packaged prayers: you
know, "Bless Mom, bless Dad, thanks for everything I own, it would be
nice to have world peace while you're at it." But during my prayer, the
speaker's voice kept playing in my head. It hit me that out of all the
people I knew, maybe two knew I was a Christian.
I'm always trying to fit in--not make waves, I thought. Exactly what
kind of impact am I making? I knew if I were to speak up, people would
look at me like I'd escaped from a place with padded walls--but if I
didn't, then one day I'd have to try to explain to God that I was too
embarrassed to let people know that I loved him. I didn't want to have
to imagine that.
So I switched off of my "bless everyone" prayer and began to talk to
God for real. I asked for boldness and courage every night, but in the
morning I didn't wake up feeling like Wonder Woman.
Then I remembered how my older sister once told me that courage only
comes after you face what you fear. You have to challenge your fears in
order to defeat them. I decided to speak up about my faith, although I
knew that it wouldn't be easy for me. I was really scared of what
people would think.
Remember, I had never been an individual; I had always tried to blend
in. It was a huge stretch for me. It is never easy being the only one
standing for what you believe.
I discovered that my sister was right. After I told one person what I
believed, telling one more wasn't difficult. Believe it or not, other
people saw that I was making a stand for Jesus, and they stood up right
next to me.
For the first time in my life, I didn't try to fit in with anyone. In
the process, I lost some of my friends because of my honesty. But
faithful to the end, God soon sent good, strong Christian friends--
people I didn't know well and really didn't want to know at first, I'll
admit. Now that they are my friends, I see how judgmental and wrong I
was. I would have missed so much not really knowing them.
Things are not easy; I don't think they ever will be. There are times
when I know I am supposed to witness, but I back out. I kick myself for
it, but I know that God forgives me every time. He's working with me.
I no longer fit in with every group, but how can you be passionately in
love with Jesus and still play the field? You can't. If it comes down
to a choice between "be welcomed on this earth" or "be welcomed in
heaven," I will choose heaven any day.
-- Lauren Alyson Schara, 16
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>The Sailor's Decision
Author Unknown
After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor once
again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very brief
introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man stepped
up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of his son
were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast approaching
storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves were so high,
that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not
keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the ocean."
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two
teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking
somewhat interested in his story. He continued, "Grabbing a rescue
line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his
life....to which boy he would throw the other end of the line. He only
had seconds to make the decision.
The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that his
son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by
the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son!
He threw the line to his son's friend. By the time he pulled the friend
back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beyond the raging
swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered."
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting straighter in the pew,
waiting for the next words to come out of the old man's mouth. "The
father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with
Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping
into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son. How
great is the love of God that He should do the same for us." With that,
the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the
room.
Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the
old man's side. "That was a nice story," politely started one of the
boys, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up
his son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian."
"Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at
his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once
again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is
it? But I'm standing here today to tell you that THAT story gives me a
glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for
me."
"You see....I was the son's friend."
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by Pris Haffenden Joyce Schowalter
California, USA
When I was a youngster I developed a severe weight problem. It started
just before I first entered school and made me very unpopular in school
-- taunts and tortures were delivered too me every day. This went on from
the first grade until eighth grade, continuing even after I lost all of
the weight in 7th grade. Although I was a good student I hated going to
school, and hated even more the bus trips home. I lived in agony.
In 1967, my family moved to Simi Valley, California. I had a chance to
start over, and I vowed that I would communicate with no one, I wouldn't
give anyone a chance to hurt me as I'd been hurt for so many years. This
made for a lonely existence, but I welcomed being invisible -- at least
nobody would taunt and torture me.
One day, after I'd been at this new school about three months, a girl
approached me as I was putting my books in my locker. She invited me to
join her circle of friends. I declined -- this was a ruse used many
times by many people in my past, and always I had found that they wanted
to be anything but my friends. It was a way to lure me into their
proximity so they could taunt me. I swore I'd never set myself up for
that again.
This went on about five days... this person coming up, and my declining.
Finally, this person, Rose Anne Terry (back then Rose Anne Miller),
grabbed me by the arm and said, "You are going to have friends whether
you like it or not."
She took me over to her other friends, about five girls. They asked
about my interests, and invited me to go with them for some social
activities. They welcomed me into their group with open arms. I couldn't
believe it. Here, finally, was a group of people who wanted to know me,
really wanted to know me, and had no interest in taking advantage of
me.
I was elated! I had friends!
Up to this point I had no friends and basically lived as a recluse, a
misfit. I had no idea how to socially interact with anyone. I was so
socially awkward, so inept when it came to interpersonal relations that
no one had wanted to know me.
Through the friendship with Rose and her circle of friends, I learned
how to be a teenager. I learned about the music, the way to dress, and
how to relate to others my own age. I was heading for a life as a
recluse, a "mama's girl", a socially backward person. These people, and
especially Rosie, saved me and made me the person I am today.
Rosie and I have remained close friends up to this day: 39 years. She
saved me from a life of pain and loneliness. I love you, best buddy.
Thank you.
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On Easter Sunday Maulena went to breakfast in a pancake house.
There was someone dressed up as the Easter Bunny. Two ladies came in
with three darling little girls who were so excited about meeting the
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wanted to draw a picture of it on their placemats with the crayons
provided by the restaurant. One little girl told the bunny, "Stay
still because we need to get a good shot of you!" After talking to the
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because you could see a bit of her face inside the "eyes." The
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Mall!" -- Maulena of Phoenix, Arizona
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six prizes. So inside of 24 eggs she put the message: "Sorry!" When
little Mariah was done with Kyrie's egg hunt she announced, "I don't
like the Easter Bunny. There are too many 'sorrys!'" -- Olga Hernandez
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Like many mothers with lots on their mind, Tricia is constantly
forgetting things. She finds that an easy way to remember something is
to tell Olivia, 7, and Ethan, 5, to remind her. They make good "walking
lists" because they have great memories! One day Tricia told Ethan to
remind her to stop and pay the insurance bill at State Farm after she
picked him up from pre-school. He proudly said he would remember.
Then he added, "Mommy, do you think they will let me pet the cows?" --
Tricia Olmstead of Hillsdale, Michigan
JoAnne was grocery shopping with Brian, 7. When she got to the
check out she realized she had forgotten to get the whipped topping.
She asked Brian to run and get her any kind. Brian came back and said,
"Here, I got you the free one." JoAnne said, "Well, I still have to
pay for it." Brian said, "No you don't -- it says FREE on it!" It was
"fat free!" -- JoAnne Johnson (mother of Brian) of Chews Landing, New
Jersey
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year. She was telling her dad how well she can hit the ball, and said,
"Yesterday I was smacking those balls out of the park - whatever that
means!" -- Ruthie Garvin of Humboldt, Tennessee
Fern gives her four sons stars on their charts for being good. She
told them she should get stars for being a good mother. Tim, 7, said,
"Well, you wouldn't get one every day!" -- Fern Boldt of St.
Catharines, Ontario
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referring to the love seat). Bailey's Aunt Melandie took her to Farm
Animal Days at the local university. When Bailey's mom asked where she
was going, she replied, "On a chill frit." (She was trying to say field
trip!) -- Bailey's great aunt Margaret of Garner, North Carolina
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her daughter Katie, 9, was watching. Katie said proudly, "Mom, you
look ALMOST NORMAL!" -- Nan Asher of Ypsilanti, Michigan
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replied, "Four?" -- Michelle Munroe (aunt of Sam) of Cape Cod,
Massachusetts
When Riley was 4 he waited patiently for his new baby brother to be
born. When the nurse brought the new baby out for Riley to see for the
first time, Riley stared at the baby for a minute and then turned to his
Memaw and said, "You know, he's kinda dusty!" -- Jennifer Rees of
McAlester, Oklahoma
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